User blog comment:Segalia/Great Power/@comment-32303-20130612212732

''The Champion of Redwall weeps openly as she looks at the fallen. Kriasha's voice rises with a lament, a clear alto nobeast would have ever expected to come from the wolverine:''

"Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are callin', from glen tae glen, an' doon the mountainside. The summer's gone, and all the roses fallin'. It's you, it's you must go an' ah must bide.  But come ye back when summer's en the meadow, oor when the valley's hushed an' white with snow. 'Tis ah'll be here in sunshine oor in shadow.  Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, ah love ye so."

 The last time ye sang this was tae Macaulish  'afore ye left the Highlands, the night afore he was killed. . . . the Highlande''r thinks. '' Ye'll all be avenged. She salutes with the Sword of Martin and looks up into the sky through tears as she moves into the second verse.

 "But when ye come, an' all the flowers are dyin'.  If ah am dead, as dead ah well may be, ye'll come and  find the place where ah am lyin', a nd kneel and say the love ye have for me.  And ah shall hear, though soft ye tread above me,  and all mah grave will warmer, sweeter be.  For ye will bend an' tell me that ye love me.  And ah shall rest en peace until ye come tae me."

 (OOC: I was listening to the Celtic Woman version of Danny Boy earlier today, and I saw a scene with Kriasha doing it in my head. I was thinking she'd have her own way of grieving through it.)